“You are a dinner favour.”

“Huh?” I ask, a little confused at the terminology. I know what a party favour is, albeit I've never heard of someone using the term to describe a person, before. The combination of words, at a minimum, implies they'll provide some of my dinner.

“You know, like how at breakfast you serviced yourself and the rest of us,” Juno says, “Tonight, you won't have to service yourself. You will service the four of us, and our three guests. They are coming over for dinner, not to socialise with you.”

“Oh ... I see ...”

“That is not meant as an insult to you,” Enzo clarifies, “You are cum-fed faggot, you need to consume a lot of phallic milk. I know, it may be a bit of a humiliation for you, servicing them without ever seeing their faces, and they're ignoring you.”

“I ... I mean ... kind of, yeah,” I answer, my cheeks a warm pink, “seven-course meal, though. Do you want me to eat dinner in a certain order, or ... ?” At least the brainwashing rapidly bestows me an ability to talk about my dinner as if it's normal.

I don't feel ridiculous asking whose cock I should suck, first, as I kneel underneath the kitchen table during dinner, whose jism will be my first course. The twins planned a dinner party, they may have planned the order of my seven-course meal.

“Oh, huh,” Enzo hums, “I had not considered a particular order, now that you mention it, no, but now that you mention it. No. You are a faggot, not a dumbass or an invalid. You may focus on your seven-course meal in the order that you prefer.”

“Good of you to ask, though!” Juno praises me, coming over and kissing one temple, “You are a faggot, but you're also our big brother, who has always been awesome, and we love you, and that hasn't changed. We do want you always healthy.”

“Aw,” my cheeks only grow pinker, “Thanks, guys.” Enzo joins Juno, coming to my other side, kissing my other temple as he strokes fingers through my hair. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't help but to feel the love the twins continue to radiate.

“You're welcome,” Enzo smiles at me reassuringly, “and we're going to enjoy your humiliation, tonight, but that doesn't mean we don't love you ... and it doesn't mean Mom and Dad don't love you. You are still beloved in this house, whore.”

I answer by leaning into Enzo and Juno as they press in closer, relaxing enough to let them feel my trust. They use their own mass and muscle to support me, not letting me fall. They've always had my back. Guess some things never change.

“So do you know anything about their milk, at all? I mean, have you guys, er,” I pause, searching for the right phrasing, for this, “Have you ever shared a slut, before, and received, uh ... feedback?” The twins glance at each other, then back.

“No,” Enzo giggles in amusement, shaking his head emphatically, one hand on my ass, the other on one side of my chest. Juno's hands mirror his, on her side of my body, allowing me to submit bodily to their authority, and into their control.

“That is a really interesting question, though, slut!” Juno opines, “Enzo, let's run upstairs and get one of the notebooks we bought for university! We've got more than enough time to buy a replacement, but our slut should be able to take notes!”

“Huh. That's a good idea!” Enzo says, “Hold him!” Juno slides her hands as Enzo's leave me, and she turns me away from her, pulling me into her arms. I lean submissively into her control as Enzo bolts from the room, audibly running upstairs.

“Your notes are gonna be so interesting to read,” Juno murmurs in my ear, kissing my cheekbone, “I love how smart you are. We're gonna make sure Mom and Dad don't pull you out of university. We'll talk to Amy, make sure she's onboard.”

“We'll get jobs, if we have to, to cover the difference from what scholarships and grants will cover for our own time,” she assures me, “and we'll apply only to universities within driving distance of you, so that we can continue to feed you, too.”

“Ohh ... Juno ...” I murmur softly, my cheeks hot, “You're gonna make me cry!” I'm teasing, and she knows it, and so Juno giggles in my ear, the sound like a heavenly harmony. She pinches my nipples and twists them firmly, and I arch, purring.

I can hear Enzo thundering back down the stairs as he rushes back into my room, holding it up and showing me that he's written Faggot's Notes on it. I giggle involuntarily and grin at him, but I reach out and I take it, running my fingers over it.

“Take whatever notes come to you, slut!” Enzo orders, “Juno and I want to read them. I'm sure your Mistress will, as well.”

“She said I don't have to call her that. She's still just Amy, my Amy, my best friend Amy,” I tell him, and Enzo comes close. He slips his arms around me, hands on the small of my back while Juno's remain on my chest, and they both hug me tight.

“Good. I'm so glad to hear that,” Enzo murmurs in one ear as Juno purrs in the other.

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Here the story briefly converges at Chapter 59: Taking My Place while awaiting dinner.